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Saturday, December 4, 2010

Each Season is Special

A couple of months ago, when I wrote about my love for autumn, I
never imagined that I could feel equally as emotional about a wintry day. But as I drove home from an appointment today, I realized I could.

It was 27 degrees; a fine snow
swirled all around my car. I felt like I was inside a snow globe. It was mesmerizing! To my surprise, I was also quite taken with the
beauty of the naked trees standing gracefully on surrounding hillsides… the
same trees I had been in awe of in October when they were fully clad in magnificent
colors.

I suppose every season has some merit. I must have been
aware of this all my life because I recently came across a poem I had written many
years ago, when I was very young. It expresses strong emotions about the
changing seasons.

DEPARTURE

To go away in summer would be more
than I could bear,

With sky of blue and grass so green
and flowers everywhere;

Children playing, running,
laughing, frolicking in the pool

So happy that it’s summer and they
are out of school.

I couldn’t leave in
winter—impossible I know,

For then I’d miss the beauty of the
softly falling snow,

And the twinkle of the streetlights
upon the ground so white,

That makes a winter wonderland in
the stillness of the night.

To take
leave in the springtime would surely be a crime,

For there’s a new beginning each
and every time.

Trees budding, birds singing,
breezes softly swaying—

“Spring is here,” it’s very clear,
that’s what they’re all saying.

Departure in the autumn would be
too sad for me

‘Cause I would like to stay around
to make sure that I see

The glistening of a frosty morn, a
pumpkin wet with dew,

And marvel at the leaves that fall,
each one a different hue.

When my
time is all used up and I must go from here,

I’m glad
that it’s not up to me to pick the time of year.

Each season is quite
special—summer, winter, spring and fall,

So if I had to choose one, I would not go
at all!

“Not exactly Emily Dickinson or Elizabeth Barrett Browning,”
I thought, “but rather intense for a young girl of only fifteen years.”

Suddenly feeling very grateful, I bowed my head and thanked
God for blessing me with the sensitivity—even at such a young age—to appreciate
the beauty of His creation, for the inherent ability to express my awe-inspired
feelings, and for the gift of contentment during each of life’s wondrous seasons.